Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

That day, Lei Lin was doing his morning exercise.

Suddenly, I felt a pulling force coming from my consciousness.

"It seems that shared spaces are calling to me again."

As Leylin pondered, the next second, his consciousness seemed to detach from his body and arrive in a wondrous place.

A gray fog, an eternal gray fog, like a frozen sea of ​​time, silently churning.

Leylin's (Dragon World) consciousness seemed to rise from the deep sea, and he could once again clearly perceive the texture of this void space.

The bright campfire still flickered not far away, its orange glow the only warm and dynamic presence in this gray landscape.

He walked toward the firelight and found another figure already waiting there—Raylin from the Game of Thrones world, idly poking at the fire with a twig he'd picked up from somewhere.

"Hey, what a rare guest," greeted the dragon Leylin, walking over and sitting down on the other side of the campfire. "It feels like it's been a while."

"Indeed." Game of Thrones's Raelin raised his head, his silver hair gleaming in the firelight. His Targaryen face held a sharper edge, weathered by time, than when they last met. "Three whole years have passed here."

"Three years?!" Dragon Leylin exclaimed in surprise. "Only about three months have passed where I am... It seems that the flow of time in this godforsaken place is completely arbitrarily adjusted according to the plot progress of each world."

"Isn't that obvious?" Game of Thrones' Raylin tossed aside the branch and dusted off imaginary dust from his hands. "Your main storyline only lasts a few years at most, but I could play Game of Thrones for decades."

Dragon Leylin shrugged, accepting the situation, and then asked, "So, how were those three years? Did you manage to come up with anything new?"

A smug smile played on Game of Thrones's Rayleigh's lips: "You tell me first, you didn't just laze around for three months, did you?"

"I wouldn't say I'm just waiting to die." Dragon Leylin reached into his robes (the robes of his consciousness) and made a gesture as if to take something, though in reality there was nothing there.

"I've managed to get my hands on some fragmented records and speculations about ancient alchemy, and I'm currently working on them. This stuff is extremely taboo in our area; we're lucky if we can even get our hands on a scrap of it."

"Alchemy? Sounds a bit like forging." Game of Thrones' Leylin nodded, then "pulled out" his loot as well.

"As for me, the gains are alright. I've figured out the basic theory of blood magic and a few practical rituals, although the cost was considerable... Most importantly,"

His eyes lit up: "The forging method of Valyrian steel swords has been basically restored."

"Holy crap? You actually managed to pull it off?" Dragon Leylin was genuinely impressed. "That's a lost art. Where did you get the recipe and the process?"

"Some of them were fragments 'found' in secret chambers of some ancient castle ruins, and the other part..."

Game of Thrones' Rayleigh's smile carried a hint of smug satisfaction after using force: "I have to thank you for your [King's Flame]."

"Sometimes, when trying to reason with those old scholars who keep secrets or those pretentious wizards, it's more efficient to just show your fists, no, to show your flames. Without the [King's Flame] that can simulate dragon flames to keep things in check, just talking won't get you there that quickly."

"Breaking the deadlock with brute force, as expected of you." Dragon Leylin gave a thumbs up. "And the dragon? Did you find an egg to hatch?"

Mentioning this, Game of Thrones' Rayleigh's smile faded slightly, and he shook his head: "Found one, but unfortunately it's been buried in volcanic ash for too long, it's as hard as a rock, and nothing we tried could get it to work. It's probably a dead egg."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, without a real dragon, I actually managed to forge a small piece of Valyrian steel using [King's Flame] to simulate dragonfire, combined with a blood magic ritual and the ancient furnace I found, and crafted it into a short sword."

He stretched out his hand, and above his palm, a faint light seemed to flow and condense into the phantom of a dark short sword with an ancient design and faint wave patterns.

"Although it is still small in scale and its power cannot compare to those legendary famous swords, the path has been successfully established."

"Awesome!" Dragon Leylin exclaimed sincerely. "You've really found a unique path. Come on, enough talk, share it with me and let me see for myself."

"Likewise, I've been craving your alchemy for a long time too." Game of Thrones' Raelin extended his hand.

Their palms touched in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering sound, only invisible ripples spreading out from the point of contact and merging into the surrounding gray fog.

The massive flow of information, the complex knowledge system, and the entirely new understanding and application techniques of power surged into the depths of the opponent's consciousness like a river bursting its banks.

The dragon Leylin "saw" the ancient, bloody incantations, felt the strange rhythm of metal being tempered with life and soul energy, and touched the faint, life-like glow beneath the cold, hard Valyrian steel.

In Game of Thrones, Rayleigh "touched" the intricate theories of dragon alchemy regarding mental imprinting, elemental guidance, and the transformation and enhancement of material properties—a systematic and dangerous art that leans more towards the spiritual and rule-based realm.

A moment later, the two released their grip simultaneously, their eyes gleaming with excitement and deep thought.

"Brilliant!" Game of Thrones' Leylin exclaimed first, unconsciously gesturing with his finger towards the name.

"Your alchemy, especially the parts about imbuing matter with spiritual energy and constructing stable energy structures, if integrated into the forging process of Valyrian steel... might actually produce something extraordinary!"

"Perhaps it could enhance the 'spirit' within the steel, even giving birth to something akin to a 'living being'?"

"Don't rush into innovation," the dragon Leylin quickly advised, trying to calm him down.

"I'm only a beginner in alchemy, and there are many forbidden practices that I don't even understand myself. They are extremely dangerous."

"With your blood sacrifices and dragon flame simulations on your end, and then you start interfering with our high-risk technologies, be careful not to create an uncontrollable monster weapon, or blow yourself up into the sky."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Game of Thrones' Rayleigh said this, but he couldn't hide the eagerness in his eyes. "At worst, I'll just use the scraps to do a few more experiments..."

Just then, the gray mist around the campfire began to surge violently without warning, as if stirred by an invisible hand.

A completely new and unfamiliar sense of attraction simultaneously appeared in the perceptions of both Leylins.

"A newcomer?" Dragon Leylin immediately turned to look into the depths of the gray mist.

"Finally here!" Game of Thrones's Leylin stood up and dusted off imaginary dust.

"Last time it was just the two of us, this time we finally have someone else to chat with. Do you think someone with a particularly highbrow style will come along?"

"For example, the Dao Ancestor Heavenly Venerable in the world of cultivation, or the Gundam mecha in the world of science fiction? Then we'd really be rich, we could just lie down and take off."

"Dream on." Dragon Leylin chuckled. "I'd be grateful if a normal fantasy or science fiction world could come and fill our gaps."

The surging gray fog slowly spread to both sides, like a stage curtain.

A tall figure strode out with steady steps and stepped into the circle of light from the campfire.